When he returned to the hotel in the evening, all Fang Jing recalled in his mind were what Chen Haibo said during the day. Sure enough, having a teacher teach him step by step had a different effect. It was much better than reading and groping by himself.
Fang Jing felt that just one afternoon was more useful than a month of reading. He could easily answer some questions he didn't understand, and not only that, he could also draw inferences from one example.
Lying on the bed in the middle of the night, Fang Jing fell into a drowsy sleep. He thought of the false simulation that Chen Haibo said during the day. At this moment, there was a snake under the quilt...
"brush!"
Fang Jing's legs hit something, and it was cold. Suddenly, Fang Jing's back felt numb. He rolled and crawled and quickly jumped out of the bed, his little heart pounding.
I turned on the light and lifted the corner of the quilt. It turned out to be a mobile phone. No wonder it was a little cold.
"Phew! I'm scared to death!"
Wiping away cold sweat, Fang Jing breathed a sigh of relief. Just now, he thought it was really a snake.
The next morning, yawning, Fang Jing took a bus and subway with Chen Haibo to visit the mall with a small notebook in his hand. It was called an observation class. His task was to record the human forms of twenty different professions.
Students, women, old men, old women, young people, people handing out leaflets, people selling mutton skewers, salespersons, waiters...
The third day was also about observation, but this time I was writing about twenty students, tall, short, fat, thin, elementary school students, junior high school students, high school students, and college students. Fang Jing squatted at the subway entrance for a whole day and almost didn't get caught by the security guards.
When he came back in the afternoon, Chen Haibo taught him how to write biographies. Based on the personalities, appearances, clothing and occupations of these twenty characters, he would write down their lives, how many people there are in the family, what their parents do, and whether they have any friends. After writing, he had to work backwards.
Check to see if there are any loopholes.
…
In the evening, Fang Jing was reading a book on how to practice Mandarin. It had been a week since he came, and now Chen Haibo had taught him the lines. Not to mention, before that, Fang Jing had never thought that just speaking a paragraph would be so sophisticated.
Which word in a paragraph should be stressed and which should be plain? The taste will be different when spoken in different tones.
According to Chen Haibo, he only needs to listen to two lines to know what an actor is like when watching a play. Generally, the lines for good acting skills are indistinguishable.
"Brother Jing, is the song you wrote for me ready?"
After seeing the text message from Shen Hao, Fang Jing remembered that the promised song had not been written yet. He had been too busy these days and forgot about it.
"Old Shen, it was written a long time ago. Why didn't you ask earlier? I almost forgot."
"Really? Why do I hear the rustling sound of you writing over there? It's not just writing, is it?"
"It's impossible. I'm at the barbecue stall outside. Give me ten minutes and I'll send you the score when I get back to the hotel."
Can't he take him with him when he leaves?
your paradise
After drying, only
rainbow tears
He's gone, you can
leave the dream behind
There's always a place
Waiting for love to fly
…
A few minutes later, Jing sent over the lyrics and music that he had written. The song was called Lydia, and it was an episode from the idol drama Douyu in his previous life.
"Thank you, Brother Jing, received."
"It's a joke, to be honest, I originally planned to sing this song myself. If it weren't for our close relationship, I wouldn't have sold it for any amount of money."
On the other side, Shen Hao’s black face, wasn’t it just written in the past few days? What did you originally plan to sing?
He also said that we have a strong relationship. When I didn’t pay you a few days ago, you didn’t say hello to me when you met me.
If he wasn't afraid that he would blame Fang Jing for something in the future, he would want to block this snobbish person now.
But being a snobbery is a snobbish thing, and Shen Hao has to admit that Fang Jing's grandson's songs are really good.
…
As usual, Fang Jing came to Chen Haibo's house with ease. During the meal, Chen Haibo tested Fang Jing and asked him to read a poem.
"Yes, I've made some progress, but I'm not proficient enough. I paused for a few seconds, probably because I was thinking, right? Practice more when you have nothing to do, and try to speak as easily as you can."
"We won't go out on the street today. I'll take you to watch a movie."
"Oh! What movie?" Fang Jing became interested. Are you going to start a movie appreciation?
"Have you seen Wang Baoqiang's Mr. Tree?"
"I haven't seen it, but I have heard about it. Netizens said it was very depressing."
It is true that Fang Jing has never seen this movie in this life, but he has seen a small clip in his previous life. It was a scene of Baoqiang smoking. He raised his right hand slightly, narrowed his eyes, and opened his mouth to blow out smoke. It is said that he had not smoked hundreds of packs of this action before.
People who smoke cannot learn.
"It's okay if you haven't seen it. Today I will show you why others are so good at acting if you have never been to film school."
After wiping his hands clean, Chen Hai said something to Qu Shanshan, led Fang Jing, and drove his Volkswagen towards the cinema.
This was Fang Jing's first time riding in his car. It seemed that Haibo had to pay a lot of money, otherwise he wouldn't have driven this car.
"Don't look at it. The car belongs to my wife. Mine has been sold long ago. Not only that, several companies under my name have also been sold. Otherwise, you would see me in prison now."
"The entertainment industry is very deep. You have to be careful in the future, otherwise you won't know when someone will trick you. I'm done. I don't know if I will have the opportunity to do this in the future."
At his peak, Chen Haibo had more than a dozen first-line endorsements and made a lot of money, but when he lost money, he lost everything. Now he only has a house and a car, and more than ten years of hard work have been wiped out.
There was silence in the car. After a while, Fang Jing said: "I believe you will make a comeback one day."
Chen Haibo chuckled lightly, "I'll lend you your good words. From now on, if your sister Qu is still hanging around in this circle, just take care of her if you have anything to do. I'll forget it. I'll tell the higher-ups that no one dares to use me. Even if I were asked to film the last scene, I would still have to delete it."
Otherwise the film will not pass the review."
Chen Haibo didn't say who he offended, and Fang Jing didn't ask. A-list celebrities would be banned if they were told to do so. How powerful is the other party? He couldn't help, and asking was in vain.
When they arrived at the cinema, Chen Haibo took the tickets. The two of them were at the very back, and there were not many people inside.
At the beginning of the movie, Chen Haibo said, "Pay attention to the producer and producer. A layman can watch the excitement, and an expert can watch the door. These are all necessary to appreciate a movie."
While watching Chen Haibo, he explained where and what techniques were used, what was good about the actors’ performances, and how was the camera shooting.
Under his explanation, Jing's understanding of the movie became clearer, and gradually he stopped paying attention to the story of the movie and instead looked at the acting skills and the director's shooting techniques.
"hiss!"
Watching Fang Jing take a breath of cold air, the tree played by Bao Qiang suddenly squatted on the tree, and his brother came over with a girl from a distance.
Looking at his brother's pale face and the purple and blue marks on his neck, Fang Jing felt chilly. Didn't he die long ago? Shu's father strangled him to death himself, and he turned into a ghost in an instant.
From this point on, Fang Jing became more and more depressed as he watched it. Netizens said they didn’t want to watch it a second time, and he went crazy when he knelt down in the emotional tree.
In this small character, everyone can find their own shadow, cowardice, inferiority, timidity, and a desperate need to save face.
When he finally came out of the cinema, Fang Jing let out a deep breath.
"What do you think of Wang Baoqiang's acting skills?" Chen Haibo asked.
“It’s awesome!”
"How awesome is it?"
Fang Jing shook his head, "I don't know, but I feel like he is at least a first-line actor."
Patting his shoulder, Chen Haibo said: "Eighty percent of actors in the entertainment industry are unqualified. Let me tell you, not to mention TV drama actors, Wang Baoqiang is among the best among movie actors."